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“Bill, you cannot wear the eye patch.” “Why not? It says menace.” “It says you lost a fight with a stapler.” “The patch stays. Now, presents. We go in smiling, leave with loot.” “At a children’s party?” “Children are basically very short drunks. Unpredictable, sticky, easily distracted.” “Your research alarms me.” “Focus, Molly. Balloons at noon, cake at one, screaming all day. We slip in as entertainers.” “You can’t juggle.” “I can drop things rhythmically.” “And I’m what, the clown?” “No, you’re the face painter. You already own suspiciously many brushes.” “I paint watercolors, Bill, not tigers on feral six-year-olds.” “Same wrists, different canvas.” “What about the parents?” “Helpless. One’s inflating balloons, one’s arguing about gluten, three are pretending juice isn’t mostly sugar.” “And the presents?” “Stacked by the hallway table. We sweep them into the laundry hamper.” “That’s your grand criminal vessel? A hamper?” “Nobody questions a hamper. It whispers chores.” “What if a child sees us?” “We hand them a whistle.” “That creates more witnesses.” “Louder witnesses, yes, but less coherent.” “Bill, this is appalling.” “Efficient.” “It’s monstrous.” “It’s gift redistribution.” “It’s stealing.” “It’s seasonal.” “It’s June.” “Unseasonal, then.” “Fine. But if anyone asks, we’re magicians.” “Can you do magic?” “Absolutely. Watch me make a bicycle disappear.”